Poem for Jack Crawford, supreme horseman and dressage trainer. departed. He arises. He horses. He horses around. He arises on his horse into his heaven. He rides, yes, he rides. The hills resound with the thunder of his ride, and the riders thrill. He carries himself with his smile, like a gentlemen into the sunset. Ride, Jack, ride. It is never too late, it is never too old, this I learned, this I gained. Your gentle passion nurtures all as you ride.
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